The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

As Wen Xiaoman spoke, he quietly adjusted his posture and moved closer to the person on the sofa. He took advantage of the moment when he relaxed, suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly grabbed the mask on his face.

But men react faster.

Just as she stretched out her hand, her wrist was precisely caught by a warm and powerful hand.

Wen Xiaoman had just woken up and her limbs were still a little numb and weak. When he blocked her like that, she instantly lost her balance. She screamed and fell forward uncontrollably.

She fell right into the man's arms.

The strange clown mask was instantly close at hand, its cold texture almost touching her forehead, but she didn't even touch the edge of the mask. Instead, she threw herself into his arms in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Wen Xiaoman felt her cheeks burning instantly, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed. She struggled to get out of his arms.

But the man held her arm and did not let go. The force was not strong, but it made it impossible for her to break free for a while.

The distance was too close, and Wen Xiaoman seemed to smell a very pleasant and refreshing scent, but that smell was quickly covered by the stronger smell of medicinal herbs on his body.

Is he taking medicine? Is he sick?

Before she could think about it, the man's deep voice came: "Miss Wen, do you always... like to throw yourself into a man's arms like this? Do you usually throw yourself into Qiao Siyue's arms like this?"

Wen Xiaoman was even more embarrassed.

No, she just wanted to secretly take off the man's mask and see what he looked like.

Who knew this man was so fast!

This misunderstanding can't be cleared up even if you jump into the Yellow River...

She twisted her body, and the man's hand loosened, and Wen Xiaoman was freed.

Then, she pretended nothing happened and changed the subject abruptly: "I... I'm hungry."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his words were ambiguous. Why did he say he was hungry for no reason? It sounded like he really wanted to pounce on him.

Fortunately, the man didn't think much about it.

He said "hmm" and turned to walk out the door.

Wen Xiaoman was stunned as she watched him leave, frowning.

What does this mean? She said she was hungry, so why did he leave on his own? And leave her here alone?

She waited anxiously in the room for a while. Just when she was wondering if the other party was not going to care about her meal, the door was pushed open again and the man came back.

He was holding a lunch box in his hand, which contained several plates of steaming, fragrant dishes and a large bowl of crystal white rice.

Wen Xiaoman took a glance and was stunned for a moment.

Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, mapo tofu, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a perfectly cooked onsen egg...it was actually Chinese food, and they were all her favorite home-cooked dishes.

This man...how could he know her taste so well?

She looked up at him in disbelief, her eyes full of inquiry and surprise.

The man pushed the food in front of her and said in a flat voice: "Eat it."

Wen Xiaoman was indeed hungry, and the aroma of the food kept tempting her, so she was no longer polite. She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth.

After taking a bite, she was stunned again.

This taste... so familiar!

She took another bite of the onsen egg. The egg white was perfectly solidified, and the yolk was a perfect runny consistency...

This is her favorite way to cook it, but she has never told anyone else, only "he" knows!

The memory suddenly hit me.

Back then in that rental house, she reminisced about the spicy pork and mapo tofu made by her aunt when she was a child, mixed with a hot spring egg, which she could eat with three bowls of rice. It was also her favorite and most missed taste.

When she was a child, her family was wealthy and she had good food. Later, her family fell into poverty and her aunt was dismissed. She had not eaten well for many years.

He listened without saying anything, but secretly went to learn. At first, the food he made was either too salty or too old. With her repeated encouragement of "It's not bad, it will be better next time", his cooking skills became better and better, until finally, the taste of the food surprised her, and she even thought it was better than what she remembered.

That "he" is Si Nian.

The man whose name was fake and whose real name was later found out to be Qiao Siyue.

But, Qiao Siyue... he had never cooked for her, let alone made a dish like this that was full of love and memories.

An absurd guess made her heart beat suddenly.

Wen Xiaoman suddenly raised her head and looked straight at the masked man: "Who are you? How could you do this?"

This taste...only he knows!

The man still sat there as steady as a rock, his clown mask perfectly hiding all his emotions.

When he heard Wen Xiaoman's question, he did not answer.

Wen Xiaoman was anxious: "Tell me, who are you? How do you know that I like to eat these? And you make them exactly like him!"

Under her questioning, the man finally spoke, "I don't know, these dishes, I just bought them at the restaurant next door."

Wen Xiaoman frowned: "I don't believe it!"

That taste is not something that any restaurant can produce.

It’s not like she hasn’t eaten out before. She’s been to many restaurants, but it’s hard to find the flavor she likes.

The man remained calm: "If you don't believe me, I can take you to that restaurant to have a look."

Wen Xiaoman was extremely confused at the moment. She didn't know what she was doubting or what she was expecting.

Hearing the man's proposal, she nodded almost immediately: "Okay, take me there."

She wanted to see with her own eyes where these dishes came from!

The man really kept his word and took her out of the suite.

They went downstairs, walked about a hundred meters, and arrived at the door of an elegantly decorated Chinese restaurant.

The man motioned her in, then walked straight to the counter and whispered something to the manager inside.

Soon, a Chinese chef who looked to be around forty years old was called over.

The chef wore a simple smile. He looked at the masked man, then at the tense Wen Xiaoman, and asked enthusiastically, "What would you two like to eat?"

Wen Xiaoman stared into the chef's eyes and asked directly, "What can you cook?"

The chef smiled and said with a bit of pride: "I can cook a little bit of everything, especially Chinese home cooking."

Wen Xiaoman continued to ask: "Did you cook all those dishes just now?"

Upon hearing this, the chef subconsciously glanced at the masked man next to him, then continued, "Oh, miss, are you talking about the dishes that the customer just took away? The chili fried pork, mapo tofu, and the hot spring egg, all of which I made. What's wrong, miss? Do you think the taste is not to your liking?"

Wen Xiaoman was stunned.

So...it was really bought?

She looked at the chef's puzzled expression and was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

Because of several dishes that tasted similar, she even followed them to the restaurant to verify... This seemed very strange...